A whole new me!

Since the start of the school year I have successfully lost 10 pounds (with the help of that lovely intestinal virus) and kept it off (with the help of a willpower of STONE people).

To celebrate that and my 22nd birthday, which is today in case you forgot, I chopped off 10 inches of hair, one for every pound, and am sending it to locks of love.

I also dyed it dark, but that had nothing to do with anything other than me wanting it dark for a while.

It is my goal to lose 1 pound a month over the next year, and to donate 12 inches at the end of that year! (It may take a year and a half to get to 12 inches of cuttable hair without me getting it boy-short, so it may take a year and a half for me to cut it, but the goal of one pound a month still remains.)

If I can lose 1 pound a month, or 1/4 pound a week, by the time we are ready to have a baby, I will be down to my ultimate goal weight of all time, which is how much I was when I got back from outward bound before my senior year in high school.

Not sure if you can tell how itty bitty I was, but I was. And I was alll muscle. Seriously. I wish I had taken pictures of my intense back muscles!

ANYWAYS, that is my goal. 1 pound a month! Thats it! I think I can do it!

Army Update:

David went and got his Physical. He has to get a waiver for past crap, which is stupid. He is in perfect physical condition and passed everything with flying colors! We should know by Christmas if he is in or not. Which is forever, but ya know. Its the Army. SO, I'll let you know when we know!

The end.

The Saga Continues

David goes to MEPS tomorrow to get his Physical (we just found out), where they will tell him weather or not he is fit for the Army.

We are voting that he is.

Hopefully they agree.

More news when we know it!

The end.

No News

I should be writing (one of my) papers for Physical Science.

Instead I'm writing you.

Hello.

Did I mention to click interactive at wefeelfine.org?

I meant to.

Its down there at the bottom.

If you didn't, GO DO IT NOW.

Find of the day:

We still know nothing about the Army.

If we don't find out before T-Give I may go to MEPS myself and punch someone in the throat repeatedly until they give David a date for a stupid physical.

Seriously.

Is it that hard to look at his paperwork, see that he got freakishly high scores on the ASVAB, a letter of recommendation from a doctor, and pretty much the best resume the Army could ask for?

SERIOUSLY.

What do they want from us?

A signed affidavit that they can also have our firstborn child?

Done.

A promise that I will bake cakes for his CO weekly?

Done.

David to get a tattoo on his butt that says Army + Me = Love?

Done.

I would do anything if they just LET US KNOW ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.

Freak man.

Its driving me nuts.

Can you tell?

In Other News, this is my hair now:

To give you a better idea of the length:

Also, isn't that a great picture? I think so!

Anyways, I'm chopping it all off.

Possibly Thursday if I have the time.

Maybe Friday if it comes down to it.

Could be Saturday if it has to be.

But this week - its ALL (okay, most, at least 12 inches) coming off.

Don't worry, it'll be back in a year.

Also, its going back brown.

Because I can.

The end.

Umm, Hello?

Has anyone seen THIS?

You are welcome. Enjoy the next 20 minutes of your life browsing.

You can hear all about it from the guy who started it here.

My favorite that I found today?

I love TED. They bring me such wonderous things.

If you have a couple of hours go to here.

I have watched most of them (meaning the top rated ones) and they are AMAZING.

MVP? Elizabeth Gilbert. I want to be her after that talk.

No Army News as of yet. So, hopefully tomorrow, or early next week we'll know more. I'll keep you updated!

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Hello Loves

I am here at work. Its been super slow today, which is really nice. I am taking one of the girls out to lunch because she waxed my eyebrows this weekend, and they look super awesome.

We find out tomorrow when David goes to MEPS for his Physical. Maybe Friday, but probably next Wednesday. I just want to get it over with, because I just want to know when he'll leave so I can start preparing.

Also, I am trying to talk David into learning a language and moving to California for a year. If he does it, I'd get to go with him! But as of now, he's having none of that. Which is annoying. I just think it would be an adventure! He'll probably end up doing whatever training is the shortest. Which is also good, but not as cool as living by the ocean for a year! But maybe we'll get stationed by the ocean some day to make up for it. They apparently have a ton of residency programs in Hawaii when David gets to that point. David just wants to finish school as quickly as possible. Understandable but COMMON. MONTEREY!



GORGEOUS! OCEAN! Plus, he'd get anywhere from 300-500 extra bucks a month whist he is in school. But, its up to him. I'm not trying to pressure him or anything.





Moving on, I cleaned our kitchen. I still have more to do, but it is much better now than it was a month ago. I listened to the first Princess Diaries on CD while I did it, and it went a lot faster that way. Good times.

School is okay. I am still trying to catch up for my class that has stupid busywork homework due each class. Hopefully I can be totally caught up by the weekend.

The End.

Home Alone

So, I'm home all alone.
Please, don't kill me crazy stalkers. Kthanks.

So, David found out today at like, 11, that he had an ROTC weekend trip at 1. Good times.

I redboxed the CRAP outta some chick flicks.
Because thats what I do when I'm home all alone. So you can see how exciting my life will be when David is going to be at bootcamp.
By the way, we find out when that will happen in the next week or so. Good times.

Ugh, I miss David. And I don't really want to go to bed because he's not there, and I can't put my cold feet on him and make him mad, but he will still hug me anyways. Sad. And depressing. But its okay. Because I self medicate with Quaker Oats QUAKES, a light crispy rice snack! In Apple Cinnamon! B/c thats the way I roll.

The End.

Dear Mr. Allen,

Did you know that I love you? Because I really do.
Last night, when you said you didn't understand why anyone was nervous on their wedding day, it made me love you even more. Because I wasn't nervous the day of our wedding. I was excited, and exhilarated and relived that I was finally able to call you my husband. And I'm glad that you were also not nervous. You said that people shouldn't be nervous because they have already made a commitment, and that they were just making it official on their wedding day. And more than just believing what you were saying, I actually knew you believed it because you lived it.
Do you remember when I freaked out (all the times) when we were engaged? And you literally would not let me break up with you? Because it wasn't even an option? You know what? I don't freak out anymore. And I think its because I know it would end with me feeling dumb for freaking out in the first place. Because you are wonderful. And amazing. And I literally cannot picture my life being married to anyone else, because who else would put all my clothes in the hamper, and let me eat ramen for 3 meals in a row because I don't want to eat anything else, and save a red laffy taffy for me, and rub my back when I'm sad, and scratch my back? Who else would put up with me? No one. Which isn't the only reason that we are married, but man, I sure am glad that you and I found each other again. And that we were both the people we needed to be to make this work.
This whole Army thing is nuts. You could be gone! For 4-6 months! And while I would miss you every single day, and probably sleep with 10 pillows to make up for the lack of you in bed, and possibly cry into a bowl of ice cream while watching army wives, I know that you'll be gone not just for you, but for me, and our family, and our future. And I love that you are willing to sacrifice for that. That you are going to do whatever it takes to make sure we have a good life.
You know when you try to seduce me by kissing me when I'm sitting on the couch? And it almost always works? I like that. I also like that when I come to bed after you are asleep, sometimes, and these are the times I love the most, you roll over and snuggle up to me, and put your arms around my tummy and pull me tight to you. And if you don't do it, and I ask you to, you do it then too. And we fit together, me and my short self just fits with you and your tall skinny self. And I love that. I love you. And I hope that when I'm pregnant and huge, you will find a way to bring me close, even tho I'll weight approx a million pounds. Because as much as we don't like snuggling when we are sleeping, snuggling helps me go to sleep more than anything. Even sleeping pills! Get that! YOU are better than DRUGS!
I just wanted to let you know all this because even tho I tell you, I think seeing it in writing will help you realize that I'm for real. And that I do love you. And will always love you. And that you make me happy and whole. Plus, its fun to make all our friends who read this throw up a little. Haha.
Love,
Sabrina